| Wedn’sday morning at five o’clock
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| As the day begins
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| Silently closing her bedroom door
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| Leaving the note that
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| She hoped would say more
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| She goes down
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| The stairs to the kitchen
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| Clutching her handkerchief
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| Quietly turning the backdoor key
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| Stepping outside she is free
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| She
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| (we gave her most of our lives)
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| Is leaving
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| (sacrificed most of our lives)
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| Home
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| (we gave her ev’rything
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| Money could buy; |
| bye bye)
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| Something inside that way always denied
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| For so many years
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| She’s leaving home; |
| bye bye
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| Father snores as his wife
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| Gets info her dressing gown
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| Picks up the letter that’s lying there
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| Standing
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| Alone at the top of the stairs
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| She breaks down and cries to her husband
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| «daddy, our baby is gone»
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| Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly
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| How
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| Could she do this to me?
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| She (we never thought of ourselves)
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| Is leaving
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| (never a thought of ourselves)
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| Home
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| (we struggled all our lives to get by; bye bye)
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| Something inside that was
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| Always denied for so many years
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| She’s
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| Leaving home; |
| bye, bye
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| Friday morrning at
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| Nine clock she is far away
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| Waiting to keep the appointment she made
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| Meeting a man from the motor trade
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| She (what did we do that was wrong)
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| Is having (we didn’t know it was wrong)
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| Fun (fun is the one thing
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| That money can’t buy; |
| bye bye)
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| Something inside that was always
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| Denied for so many years
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| She’s leaving home; |
| bye, bye |